“Rieka stop fighting it” She screams at me, fur sprouting along my arms and I feel my ankle snap painfully. I grip the table, my claws sinking into the soft wood as she fights to shift. Ryker walks into the kitchen before growling and my head snaps toward his face.

“I said no shifting” He growls. I grit my teeth against the searing pain..

“I am trying not to” I tell him and I hear my wrist snap making me scream. “46!” I scream at her but she doesn’t listen, instead a menacing growl escaping my lips and rumbling out of my chest. Ryker walks over gripping my arm tightly....